« Lorsque vous prenez conscience du silence, une vigilance intérieure s'installe aussitôt. Vous voilà présent au monde. Vous voilà enfin sorti de millénaires de conditionnement humain collectif. » - Eckhart Tolle
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J'aime les humains qui laissent de la poussière d'étoile dans leur sillage...
j'en connais quelques'uns...
Vous laissez de la poussière d'étoiles dans votre sillage?
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Nous sommes ce que nous ressentons
et ce que nous percevons
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Malgré et avec le murmure du vent ou le babillage des feuilles
je réussis à m'immerser du silence
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Même si là où parfois je me recueille semble un lieu imparfait à la méditation
il ne nuit pas à ma contemplation et à mon lâcher prise...
Au contraire, il souligne la chance que j'ai de toute cette immensité.
Il y a plus d'une façon pour entendre le silence,
mais, ma communion avec ce qui est, est vitale pour moi.
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“When words become unclear, I shall focus on photographs.
When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” -- Ansel Adams
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Utter and complete stillness.
So still one can hear its own heart beating.
Moments when you want to hold your own breath,
because even inhaling and exhaling is like a cacophony.
When all you can truly hear is the sound of nothing and everything.
It then feels like all life...and death...and beyond is contained in one space,
knowing we are also part of "it."

THAT....is heaven on earth and THIS is what this gallery is to me,
moments i captured
when i was
there,
in the heart of the moment
hearing and living silence.

I like this version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4
It's about the lack of communication between people...

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I
"You do not know, silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the signs said
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence